Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.